Chapter Twenty-ThreeThe kettle sang as Ben came down the stairs to greet his Nan and Mum, back from a shopping trip. His Mum grinned, and gestured to Nan to go into the kitchen. “Come into the front room, Ben,” said Mum.
Sunlight poured through the window, bathing the room in a welcome warmth and Ben flopped down on the sofa, a little on edge not knowing what his mum wanted to speak with him about. Mum took off her thin jacket and sat down opposite him. She leaned forward, looking him straight in the eyes. “Ben. I want you to tell the truth. Honestly, how did you get hold of that photograph?”
Ben turned his eyes to heaven and groaned, “Not this again, Mum.”
“No,” she snapped, suddenly angry. “I want to hear it from you, the truth. I can't believe you would go through my things—”
“I did
